Free Banshee Seduction (Montgomery's Sin Book 1) by Diane Saxon

rid of the woman who casually threw off the covering once it was dark. She looked for all intents and purposes as though she’d just stepped out of the pages of the fashion magazines her image liberally daubed. Except for the faint mist still surrounding her.
    “Well, no, I don’t have to, but it gives me a great thrill to see you pee your pants every time I do, as though I’ve never done it before.” She flicked her thick, lush locks over her shoulder. Her gaze met Ginny’s as she stared at her from the pretty armchair in the corner of the room she’d flashed to. The box she brought with her lay on the sofa beside her.
    Pure elegance drew every line of her reclining figure. Upholstered in bright yellow chrysanthemums, the contrast of the chair gave Roni an even more sinister appearance as a background to her black leather trousers and midnight silk blouse. Her bright red lips curved, wicked and feline, as she nibbled the end of her perfectly manicured fingernail. She gave Ginny a knowing look. “I’m surprised you weren’t struck by lightning with the blasphemy you just used.”
    “Pah.” Ginny flicked a cautious glance heavenward, and then in the absence of any retribution, crossed her arms defiantly under her chest as though she were the bravest half-banshee on Earth—which she probably was, all things considered.
    Roni gave an amused chuckle. “I thought we might go out again tonight.”
    “No.” Not this time. She didn’t think she could cope.
    “Come on, Ginny. You need to meet more men.”
    “I met one last night.”
    “I know, and you can hardly call it a success.”
    With a confident toss of her head, Ginny shot her hip forward and placed her hand on the generous curve of it, giving her best friend a hard look over the top of her glasses. After all, what did she know? “He came to the library today.”
    Roni unlinked her legs from where she had them draped over the arm of the chair. Her straight red eyebrows shot up in evil curiosity. “Really? And?”
    Deflated—after all, what had actually happened? He’d made some dirty talk, and she’d incinerated. Hardly the makings of a torrid affair.
    “And nothing.” Ginny gave a quick regretful glance toward the window she’d been staring out of and jumped as Roni appeared in front of it, her back to her.
    “Is he still here?” She pressed her forehead against the blackout blind as though she could see through it, in a similar manner to Ginny’s stance a few minutes previously, but not for the same reason. She peered over her shoulder.
    Ginny felt her mouth twitch with amusement. “He’s gone.”
    “Why?”
    “I…you know…poofed.”
    In a flash, Roni faced her. “How did you poof? You don’t poof in the library.”
    “Nope, he was waiting for me outside—I poofed.”
    “Did he notice you poof?”
    “He’d be hard pressed not to. I was standing in front of him at the time; he had his hands wrapped around my waist.”
    “Wow, give me the dirt.” Roni’s golden eyes flickered, and she wrapped her arms around her slender stomach, prepared to wait.
    “There isn’t any. Except maybe…he put his tongue in my ear.”
    “And you poofed? How could you?”
    Ginny shrugged at the accusing glare. She didn’t understand it herself. How was anyone else expected to?
    Roni stepped forward to drape her arm around her. Ginny laid her head on her shoulder. It was good to have such a caring friend. At least Roni only wanted what was best for her. She sighed and linked her arm around her friend, who stroked her hair and continued to grill her. “What did he do?”
    “He waited. Then he left.”
    “He waited? What must he have thought when you just…?” Roni clicked her fingers with attitude.
    “I poofed last night. He didn’t appear terribly fazed.”
    “I assumed he might have been drinking.”
    She glanced up at her friend’s face. “No, he barely had the chance. He left his beer on the bar.”
    Roni’s forehead crinkled with